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The Potential Lunch Date She sipped the well rounded merlot, warm from the warmth of the sun surrounding their little shady table. As they waited the fresh made pizza, they chatted. Her eyes took in his frame, every muscle, and the ripple of them underneath his perfectly laundered white shirt. He smells nice she thought to herself. Her eyes wondered to his teeth and she imagined them biting her nipples as they tingled beneath her bra. She glanced at his hands and guaged how they would feel on her ass, in her hair. She listened to him talk and in her mind, a thousand thoughts flitted like a whirlwind. Yes, this one has potential she thought. It is always the quiet ones that she is attracted to. The naturally dominant male, at ease in his own skin and yet a slight tinge of nerdy, that turned her on most. They spoke about each other's past. There was only a hint of sexual talk. He broached politics with her, which always won points for a man to think she may have an opinion. He wanted to get to know her. Even so, she found herself shifting on her bench because her wetness ached internally. "You look better than your pictures" A warm smile spread across his face. "Thank you very much" she blushed a little and looked down. It's the look that makes men want to take her and devour her sexuality. "I'd like to see you again if that's alright." He looked at her sincerely. "Yes, I'd like that" She looked dead into his eyes, holding his stare to convey her sincerity. They made a date and rose to walk to their cars. When they reached hers, he gave her a warm kiss and she felt the tingles go from her toes to her face. Such a feeling makes a girl awkward and yet she managed a goodbye and got into her car. Oh, this one is definitely trouble she let out a sigh, smiled to herself and started the engine. Song addition for this post Stolen Dance - Milky Chance  |
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Stolen Dance Milky Chance I want you by my side So that I never feel alone again They've always been so kind But now they've brought you away from here I hope they didn't get your mind Your heart is too strong anyway We need to fetch back the time They have stolen from us And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on do the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise, shouldn't talk about it And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on do the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise, shouldn't talk about it Shouldn't talk about it Coldest winter for me No sun is shining anymore The only thing I feel is pain Caused by absence of you Suspense is controlling my mind I cannot find the way out of here I want you by my side So that I never feel alone again And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on do the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise, shouldn't talk about it And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on do the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise, shouldn't talk about it Shouldn't talk about it And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on do the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise, shouldn't talk about it Shouldn't talk about it
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That silent type.....the intrigue surrounds and envelopes 
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Superb, wonderful! and I'm not talking about the photo. I'm talking about the feeling. no anatamopatholic description (porn) but the effect produced by acts, looks, attitudes. How I would like to read this more often. Thank you very much for this moment. good continuation
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Nice story and pic. He reminds me of someone  Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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poetess I love these stories you share and hope you will update us about what happened later  A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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I had a potential lunch date at a mexican restaurant. I told the hostess I want the hottest thing they had and she called over a super sexy waitress, but I didn't have time for her so I just picked something off the menu. I only had an hour.
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Awww the romantic part that is sweet
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That silent type.....the intrigue surrounds and envelopes
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Superb, wonderful! and I'm not talking about the photo. I'm talking about the feeling. no anatamopatholic description (porn) but the effect produced by acts, looks, attitudes. How I would like to read this more often. Thank you very much for this moment. good continuation
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Nice story and pic. He reminds me of someone
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poetess I love these stories you share and hope you will update us about what happened later
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I had a potential lunch date at a mexican restaurant. I told the hostess I want the hottest thing they had and she called over a super sexy waitress, but I didn't have time for her so I just picked something off the menu. I only had an hour.  filling me smalls
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Very funny but guess what? They did meet here and I met my former husband on Alt. It happens occasionally
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That actor Tyler Rober Paterson ..... In your photo is so handsome. and I love your afternoon delightful story. well done I love the tune as well.. xxxx "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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